I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul

The classicists, the posturing avant-guard

I bought a green macaw, named him Jules Verne

He'll probably outlive me, he's a bright bird

Keeps me company, I teach him new words I saw a hologram at the theme park

She looked as real as me through the white fog

Then she melted down to her ankles

Turned into a million watt candle

If I knew where she went, I would follow Walking through the land of tomorrow

Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos

In the sunshine, try to act normal

My veins are full of flat Cherry-Cola

Slept on the bench, by the roller coaster Dreamt I was riding on a motorbike

Lion of Judah painted on the side I'm doing fine, I'm back in the palisades

Life's a wash, a pastoral school play

China shops and cold ivory towers

I and I make toast to the Caesars

Forcing down the dregs of Decembers Madeline, she spins in a slow bang

All through the house, the strong smell of burnt sage

Let's make it clean and run out the spirits

I know a diving bell when I hear it

We're going down, now, under the surface Light to dark, can shift in an instant

Feeling close but keeping my distance

On all fours, she's just so insistent

Fills my mouth with jump ropes and slit wrists

Bust through the firewall into heaven And then I'm standing in that blinding light

Crooked crosses falling from the sky Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I

Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I

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